"Guess the fruit."
Everyone in the yacht looked at each other. Although they had played many games and many of them were from nightclubs, they didn't know what guessing the fruit meant.
"Explain it, Raomeng."
Grandmaster said.
Raomeng raised a finger and said seriously: "Guessing the fruit means that we cover the fruit with a piece of black cloth, and then use the shape of the black cloth to guess what the fruit is underneath."
Seeing what Raomeng said seriously, all the major anchors were stunned.
What's the point of this game?
This thought was on everyone's mind.
Might as well play dice.
There was silence for a few seconds.
Suddenly, a female anchor from Shiya clapped her hands and said with a smile: "This is fun. This is fun as soon as you hear it. Or let's just play this."
As soon as these words came out, all the anchors laughed, whispered to each other, and praised each other: "This is fun, I have never played it before."
Song Wenbin looked at Raomeng in confusion, having no idea what kind of medicine she was selling in her gourd. Raomeng clapped his hands, and a black-haired woman walked up below the deck. She was the strange woman wearing a mask and high heels that he saw just now. The woman has now taken off her high heels and is wearing ordinary slippers and a blue cleaning coat. She is holding a plate with a silver plate and black cloth on it.
She came to the crowd respectfully, took away the plate politely, and carried it to the operating table aside to get busy.
Song Wenbin frowned and looked at the woman's busy back. He couldn't detect it in the darkness just now, but now under the light, he felt like he had seen this masked maid somewhere. But the people he had met recently had gone through so many things that he couldn't remember who this woman was at all, only that she seemed familiar.
Raomeng blinked, raised his finger, and said to the major anchors present: "Since we are guessing fruits, you can also let your fans guess together. If they guess correctly, we will arrange small gifts to be distributed for free~"
As she spoke, she bent down and took out a brand new Apple 14 from under the cabinet, and then said: "We have prepared a thousand Apples today as a gift to the fans. If anyone can guess the fruit, you can There is a chance of getting the latest Apple models.”
The big anchors on the side cheered one after another, while talking about the game rewards to the fans in their live broadcast rooms. Due to this amazing reward, the popularity of major live broadcast rooms soon began to soar, and all kinds of barrages began to surge. If you can get free apples by just posting a barrage and drawing a lottery, then no one will refuse to post a barrage. and watch.
Song Wenbin watched all this happen and vaguely realized that something was wrong. A thousand Apples might not mean anything to investors. But it takes a lot of effort to prepare in advance. Could it be that this game is not a spur-of-the-moment idea.
After a busy moment, the black-haired woman slowly turned around. She was holding a plate and stood elegantly, motionless.
The plate was covered with a black cloth with a bulge on it.
Raomeng stood next to the black-haired maid, bent down and said with a smile: "Guess what kind of fruit is under this piece of cloth."
Song Wenbin saw that the bulge on the plate was shaped like a ball and was irregular, and he guessed that it was a coconut. However, his constant risk-taking caution made him not dare to speak, and he just sat there.
Brother Lei on the side sat close to Song Wenbin, quietly poured him a glass of champagne, and asked in a low voice: "Teacher Yan, what do you think that is?"
Song Wenbin shook his head and said nothing.
Brother Lei smiled, clinked glasses with him, and Song Wenbin took a shallow sip.
"Coconut! I guess that's a coconut!"
Said a female anchor fighting sharks.
As soon as she opened her mouth, everyone said it was a coconut, and occasionally a few anchors who did not believe in evil said it was a small watermelon. More than a dozen fans in the big anchor's live broadcast room were all using barrages to swipe coconuts. It's not that they didn't want to do something weird, because if they guessed correctly, they would be rewarded.
Seeing that everyone had expressed their stance, Raomeng nodded and lifted the black cloth. There is indeed a coconut underneath.
Those who guessed correctly cheered, and those who didn't guess also smiled awkwardly. The brunette put down the plate and placed an iPhone in front of each anchor who guessed correctly.
Although these rewards are nothing to big anchors, free rewards and such a simple game are no different from getting money for free. No one will refuse to get money for free, so everyone is happy.
Only Song Wenbin frowned. This game was obviously not interesting, so he kept playing. Isn't the organizer of this game, a cheap investor, no different from a good boy?
Raomeng nodded and said: "The first round is just a test round. From the next round on, everyone here will participate in this game, including myself. Do you understand?"
"Understood!" everyone said happily.
Raomeng smiled and nodded to the black-haired maid, who lifted the black cloth on the plate.
Sure enough, it was a green coconut.
Everyone laughed.
Song Wenbin didn't understand what was so funny about this, but he still followed behind and laughed politely.
Then, the black-haired maid went to prepare again. Song Wenbin looked at the maid's back, and the more she looked at it, the more strange she became. He really felt like he had seen this person before somewhere.
After jingle was ready, the maid turned around. This time the bulge under the black cloth was not too big, but it was curved.
After the last round of rewards, everyone became more active. They all pointed at the plate and said with a smile: "I know, this is a banana, this is a banana!"
The spectators in the barrage were also shouting bananas one after another.
Song Wenbin also thought that the thing was a banana, but he felt that this game had a weird atmosphere everywhere.
Sure enough, the girl named Raomeng smiled and said, "You can't just talk about bananas. Our protagonist hasn't spoken yet. Teacher Yan, what do you think this is?"
Song Wenbin quickly smiled and replied: "You didn't say anything either."
“emmmmmmm….”
Raomeng looked at the piece of cloth and thought for a moment, "I also think it's a banana!"
"Then it must be a banana." Song Wenbin said firmly.
The maid lifted the cloth and it turned out to be a banana.
Everyone laughed, and Song Wenbin also laughed. Likewise, he also received a mobile phone. So the maid went down again to prepare.
The atmosphere seems to be becoming more and more active with such endless rewards. The anchors are using their newly acquired mobile phones to interact with their audiences, and the number of onlookers is increasing as time goes by. It’s so tempting to post barrages on iPhone 14. Every anchor’s phone is filled with barrages.
The third time, the maid was ready and turned around.
The black cloth on the plate is slightly convex, about the size of a fist and pointed.
"Ah!! This is a peach!!"
Nami-chan, the female anchor of Shark Fighting, said impatiently.
"It looks like a peach to me too!" No. 1 said affectionately: "Raomeng, make it more difficult. This is a good guess."
"It does look like a peach." Xiao Xiaolang said happily: "If we continue to guess like this, Boss Rao will go bankrupt."
Song Wenbin glanced at Brother Lei's cell phone next to him. Sure enough, it was densely packed with peaches. Indeed, the shape of the thing looked like peaches.
But at this time, Raomeng said: "Do you think it looks like a peach? I think it looks like a watermelon."
As soon as this statement came out, everyone fell silent.
They looked at each other, wondering for a moment what this guy was talking about.
Watermelon, that thing is probably much bigger than the thing on the plate. A fist-sized fruit, no matter how you look at it, it doesn’t look like a watermelon.
"Boss Rao, are you kidding me? Watermelon...how can watermelon be placed on such a big plate?" Nami-chan asked in confusion.
"What you said makes sense, but it looks like a watermelon to me. What should I do?" Raomeng said helplessly: "Look, it's round and looks like a watermelon."
Song Wenbin opened his mouth slightly, and the bad feeling in his heart became stronger. He looked around and saw the dense barrage of peach messages on Brother Lei's mobile phone, and for a moment, he felt chilled in his heart.
Oops, I'm trapped!
Sure enough, Raomeng turned his head, looked at Song Wenbin with some confusion, and asked: "Teacher Yan, what do you think is under this black cloth? Is it a peach or a watermelon?"
Looking at Raomeng's sweet smile, the dark eyes of the tray maid, and the confused eyes of a dozen big anchors around her.
Boundless fear suddenly swept through Song Wenbin. This fear has penetrated deep into the bone marrow, and over the course of thousands of years, it has accumulated layer by layer, almost making people feel frightened and dizzy when awakened.
In a trance, he saw himself sitting on the throne in the dark hall, looking at the feminine man sitting down. The man pointed at the animal in the iron cage and said with a smile: "This is a horse."
The almost maddening chill caused goosebumps all over the body and almost made one scream. He did not face the truth of this land as he did at this moment. There is no past, no future, no boundaries, no birth, no death, only the present. Everything is now, now, and still fucking now!
"I...I can't see clearly, this cloth is too dark..."
Song Wenbin stammered: "I...I can't guess..."
ah! ! ! ! !
His mind was screaming like crazy.
Dead! ! ! !
Dead! ! ! !
There are people all around, and they are still broadcasting live! ! !
It's doomed now! ! ! !
"Hahaha."
Raomeng laughed and yanked off the black cloth on the plate.
As everyone took a breath of cold air.
On the plate, there was indeed a peach-shaped object.
"call…"
The beautiful Nami-chan patted her chest, took a long breath and said, "I'm just telling you, how can a watermelon be so big? It really is a peach."
But she was the only one saying this. Some of the more experienced male anchors, such as Brother Lei, First Affair, and Xiao Xiaolang, were all silent at this moment. Their expressions were unusually solemn and they remained silent.
Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Nami-chan looked around in confusion and asked, "Huh? Am I right? This is obviously..."
"Teacher Yan." Raomeng interrupted Nami-chan's thoughts loudly: "Now, do you see clearly?"
Song Wenbin's heart was beating wildly as he looked at the food on the plate. He had been to so many countries and places, and he swore that his heart rate had never beat so fast before, and he was afraid it had already jumped to 160.
"I..." He swallowed hard and asked, "You? Do you see... clearly?"
"See clearly."
Raomeng raised the peach on the plate and said loudly: "This is watermelon."
In an instant, a huge chill swept through every anchor present. As a group of pure Chinese, they all awakened the memories imprinted in their blood at this moment, and clearly understood what was happening currently. The moment they understood, the color on everyone's faces drained away.
"Teacher Yan, do you see clearly?" Rao Meng asked.
Cold sweat dripped down Song Wenbin's temples bit by bit. I glanced at the barrage out of the corner of my eye. The barrage was densely packed with people. Some people were brushing Tao and some were brushing Annoyance.
My life is over.
Raomeng continued: "Just now, someone here said this is a peach, but I think this is not a peach, this is a watermelon. It's really rare. Did I see it wrong? Teacher Yan, you have traveled to so many countries, you must meet Be more knowledgeable. Come on, tell me, what exactly is this fruit?"
"This..." Song Wenbin was very confused: "Can I not say it?"
"There is nothing so smart. If you don't say it, it means giving up." Rao Mengping held up the thing and said softly: "Give up everything."
So ridiculous…
Song Wenbin murmured in his heart.
He never imagined that such a ridiculous and strange thing would happen to him one day. He didn't want to respond to this kind of question at all. He wanted to leave.
But he couldn't leave, because he was in the sea now, and he couldn't say it, because this was the real situation that happened in front of him. The person holding the peach was his investor.
Can he follow her words and talk about watermelon? Of course not, that is simply crazy. Now there are so many mobile phones pointed at him, so many live broadcasts by big anchors, and the activity of pumping out iPhones. The number of people watching the live broadcast now is probably over 10 million. Watching on this scale, With such a terrifying number of people, as long as he dares to say that this thing is a watermelon, his reputation will be ruined and he will be infamy for thousands of years.
The level of stink can almost match that of the eunuch from the Qin Dynasty, or even worse, because he is a real eunuch, and there was no live broadcast at that time. If you say that a man without that thing has a twisted mentality, others can also understand. But now, in front of so many viewers and so many pairs of eyes, as a normal male, if he said this thing is a watermelon, then he would no longer have to deal with this level of stench in this land.
As for going to space, then fuck it...
No matter what, the country will not allow a person to go into space who thinks a peach is a melon. That would be a huge damage to the credibility of the entire society.
So is it a peach?
Song Wenbin's lips twitched a few times, but looking at Rao Meng's smiling face and the deep pupils under the strange maid mask next to him, Song Wenbin couldn't say the word "peach" easily.
There is no doubt that it was so easy to get a huge yacht and invite so many big anchors from different platforms. Even Li Kai was hired to get himself on the ship. In order to attract viewers to watch the live broadcast, he could just wave his hand for a few seconds. Thousands of iPhones were thrown out. This investor's strength and energy are unfathomable. It is no exaggeration to say that he is the strongest energy Song Wenbin has ever seen in his life.
However, such a powerful energy did not get along well with him. Instead, it put him in such a dilemma. This was by no means a temporary act, but had been planned. Maybe she had thought of this since he went into space, or even earlier, since she invested in this show.
At this point, Song Wenbin could no longer understand the investor's thoughts, but the warning and cold eyes made him believe that as long as he said that this thing was a peach, everything about him would almost disappear in an instant.
There is no need to think about going to space. Months of hard work by my colleagues and myself will be wiped out in an instant. If Seal’s previous crazy campaign results in a cancellation of the launch, then he will undoubtedly become the laughing stock of the whole world. Whatever meeting Musk, any extraordinary journey, any future, and any development may be cut in half in an instant.
Maybe he can leave his name in history, maybe netizens will praise him greatly, maybe he can keep his reputation. But how could Song Wenbin, who has been on the Internet for more than ten years, not know that fame after death is of no use to living. Fame cannot be used as food, nor can it support oneself, the workers in the factory, Huo Yu and Su Tina, Baoli, the camera crew, and even the teachers and companions who have taught him for months, but their efforts are not enough. It's just him.
"Teacher Yan, is it a peach...or a melon?"
Seeing that Song Wenbin was unwilling to speak for a long time, Rao Meng held up the peach and asked reluctantly.
Song Wenbin pursed his lips tightly, his face turned pale, and his chest and back were all wet with sweat.
There is no doubt that this is true terror, pure stress, pure dilemma. He has been to so many places, but no place can put as much pressure on him as this.
How can we get out of this situation?
"Speak, Teacher Yan, aren't you always very good at speaking?" The girl tilted her head and looked at him, and said softly: "Is it so difficult to answer such a simple question?"
(End of chapter)
